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A.D. Winch

An Extra-Ordinary Beginning

Synopsis

In 1947 a UFO crash landed in Roswell, USA. There were no known alien survivors.
Over sixty years later two unique children from very different backgrounds discover they have abilities far beyond the ordinary. Only a secret US agency knows why.
The children, Eric and Ursula, embark on an exciting journey to find the answers. Answers that lie in old space debris scattered across Europe.
Their every move is monitored and a deadly game of cat and mouse begins. Will they find the secrets to their shared past? Or will the agency find them first?

Author Biography

I’m the author of the ‘Adventures of Eric and Ursula’. Over the last eighteen years, I have lived near Dracula's castle in Transylvania, war-torn Sri Lanka and above the Hadron Collider in Geneva. Currently, I live in Prague, not far from a space rocket covered in giant babies.
The idea for ‘The Adventures of Eric and Ursula’ came to me while hiking in the Tatra Mountains in Slovakia and is my first series of novels.
For an older audience, I wrote the films ‘Seagulls’ which was shown at the Brighton Film Festival and ‘your baby disappeared’ which premiered in Prague in 2011. When I am not writing I enjoy spending time with my family, cycling, watching movies, listening to comedy and being creative.

Author Insight

Going against the norm

Superheros tend to be white guys who wear underwear outside their trousers. One of my heroes is the opposite. Ursula has been raised by her grandparents who are immigrants to France and come from Africa. She is poor but comes from a happy family. I have known kids and young adults from all over the world and I wanted to create heroes that they could relate. I believe that, with Eric also, I have done this.

Book Excerpt

An Extra-Ordinary Beginning

Ursula
stood on the flat roof of the Palais Omnisports indoor stadium.
Four floors below was the busy Boulevard de Bercy but up on the
roof all was calm. Her black pony tail reached the warm tiles on
which she sat and she could feel the heat through the holes in her
jeans. A thin layer of moisture stuck her white vest to her back
and, as she wiped her dirty hands across its front, railway tracks
of grey appeared where her ribs protruded. From her stomach came a
deep rumbling. She tried to ignore it as she had more important
things to think about. Gingerly she placed her dark hand into the
front pocket of her grubby jeans. As her bony fingers felt the edge
of the small cardboard box she let out a sigh of relief and lay
back to look at the sky.